Chapter 2
The second I said “divorce,” Nathan’s face froze in disbelief.
Sarah walked in with our son, dropping his backpack by the door like she owned the place.
“Olivia, you’re back?” she said sweetly.
“Please don’t fight in front of the kid.”
“Nathan, tone it down a little, okay?”
She slipped off her shoes like she’d lived here forever and took my son to his room.
I let out a bitter laugh.
“Wow. Two weeks and she’s already moved in.”
“Nathan, your assistant’s not just good at her job–she’s good at playing house too.”
“Got anything you wanna confess?”
While I was fighting for my life in a hospital bed, he was cozying up with his side chick at home.
He sighed, annoyed, and lit a cigarette.
“If that’s what you think, fine. I’m not explaining anything.”
“You see trash because your heart’s full of it.”
Then Sarah turned back around and handed me a disc.
“Still mad about that night?” she asked, with that fake apologetic smile.
“I lost the dare, so Nathan took the punishment for me.”
“That’s why you had to bring the meds. Don’t blame him, okay?”
She held out the disc like it was a gift.
“It’s the video from your son’s birthday last week.”
“Nathan was worried you’d be sad missing it, so he made a recording–burned it to a disc so you could watch it anytime.”
Then she sighed like she was the one wronged.
“Didn’t expect you to be gone this long though.”
“You should probably explain things to your son…”
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Before she could finish, Nathan blew up.
“What the hell, Sarah?! That was your idea, not mine!”
“Don’t go playing the good guy in front of her.”
“She disappeared for two damn weeks and now she thinks she’s the victim?”
I smacked the disc out of her hand.
I didn’t need a pity gift from the woman who replaced me.
“If that’s how it is, then fine–divorce. And the kid stays with me.”
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Fifteen Days in Hell While Took our son to Her
Chapter 2
I stormed into the bedroom to pack.
Seconds later, Nathan kicked the door open.
“You’re really doing this?” he yelled.
“Barely back and already running off again?”
“Been shacking up with some other guy while I’m here raising our son?”
“And now you wanna take him too?”
“You think I’m stupid?”
I froze.
What?
“You cheated, didn’t you?” he spat.
“Been screwing around the whole time!”
“Swiping my card to spoil some loser while I sat here like an idiot!”
I just stared.
No words.
No breath.
No more explanations.
He didn’t love me:
He didn’t even see me.
I let out a laugh.
But it broke halfway through.
And the tears came.
Turns out…
The marriage I fought so hard to save-
Was already long dead.
Chapter 4
The sound of that slap echoed, sharp and loud.
Nathan snapped.
There was rage in his eyes like I’d never seen before.
But it wasn’t Sarah he was looking at–it was me.
He stared at my shoulder, and I froze.
I pulled my shirt up quickly, but not fast enough.
He saw it.
A patch of raw, pink skin still healing.
He grabbed my wrist, his grip shaking with fury.
“What the hell is that?”
“What’s that red mark on your shoulder?”
“Jesus, Olivia… I didn’t think you could disgust me more than you already have
“You didn’t even bother to hide the evidence?”
“Were you hoping our kid would see it too?”
“You walk around‘ pretending to be Mother of the Year, but you’re just–God,
Then he shoved my arm away like I was something filthy.
I was still weak, still recovering, and the force knocked me backward–hard.
I slammed into the table, my head hitting the corner.
Blood immediately started pouring down my face.
Sarah rushed out and came back with some gauze.
She tried to hand it to me like she cared.
I shot her a look so cold it could crack glass.
“Get out,” I growled.
“Stop playing the freaking saint.”
The day of the accident, I almost got run over.
But sure–somehow I found time to go scratch up her car?
Hospitals don’t let you stay for free.”
“I had to swipe my card to pay for my treatment.
But Sarah magically has a video of me committing a crime?
If she’s so smart, why couldn’t she figure out I was in a hospital bed?
Now she’s here acting like some Disney princess?
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Fifteen Days in Hell While
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
When I hit the ground, my shirt slipped, exposing the red scar on my shoulder
Nathan clenched his jaw, his voice dripping with disgust.
“Olivia, cover yourself up. You’re disgusting.”
Disgusting?
I scrambled to grab a book, using it to shield the wound and pulled my shirt back over it.
Yeah… when someone’s heart is filthy, everything they see looks dirty.
All those nights he came home late, collar stained with lipstick–was that not disgusting?
Moral high ground?
Please. He’s a damn hypocrite.
My jaw trembled with rage.
“Nathan, who the hell do you think you are?”
“You really think you’ve got the right to judge me?”
Before I could say more, he grabbed my injured shoulder. Hard.
The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity.
He hissed, eyes burning.
“And why don’t I have the right?”
“You sneak around and then try to flip the blame on me–afraid our son will find out what you really are?”
“You think I don’t know you’ve been using my credit card on some pretty boy?”
“You’re practically waving the damn affair in my face.”
“Do you think I’m some kind of joke to you?”
Just then, Sarah piped up from the side, still holding our son like this was a soap opera.
“Nate, the secondary card’s already been canceled.”
“Please don’t get so worked up.”
“You won’t fix anything yelling like this.”
He calmed–just a little.
Nathan sneered, voice like ice.
“Why couldn’t you have just died out there?”
“Would’ve saved us all a whole lot of trouble. Me, Liam… everyone.”
I gave a cold, joyless laugh and shoved his hand off my
shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I mess up your little love nest?”
“Once I leave with Liam, you could get on your knees and beg–I wouldn’t even look at you.”
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